（ oh. that's easy. her expression eases immediately — she's already given a vial of her own blood to augustine, and really doesn't see the harm or oddity in requiring it. she can understand why it's troubling for him — especially when considering how he seems to view himself as being horrific because of it — but it isn't something she feels particularly squeamish about herself. what he proposes is even less than that. she wouldn't insult him by saying that's it? when it's clearly so contentious to him, but to her, it's no big deal at all.

she nods firmly. ）

Oh, that should be doable.

（ it's not anything she's ever done herself, but it's hardly beyond her skill. it's just not something that's ever been necessary in her world. she shrugs, and then more lightly — ）

There are books in Hale, I'm sure there's something there, either on chemically synthetic blood or something involving... hm, （ a thoughtful trill of her fingers on the desk. ） maybe recombinant biochemical technology. Just the plasma itself?

（ if so, it's mostly just water. antibodies, globulins, fibrinogens... and then your garden variety electrolytes, lipids and proteins, like the coagulant factors. if she could isolate which one he needs most specifically she could probably even cut out the rest. the food is set aside for a moment, and she stretches for a pen and pad of paper, scribbling some notes in almost impossibly neat hiragana. ）

We can just use mine as far as replication goes. It doesn't bother me. What's our timeline?